Fast Asleep. Poem by Ann Beard
Fast Asleep.
When all the world is fast asleep
and only sounds of breathing
ride moonbeams in the air.
Many ancient souls awaken
float above the hearts of lovers
slip into a dream with tender care.
They will occasionally find a space
and bearing gifts of conscience
will snuggle up as new life, barely there.
Some will sympathise with woe
or chuckle at tom foolery
others rid a sleep of deep despair.
The ghosts of all who walked before
are free to come and loath to go
Most of us, will never know they’re there.
Roan Feb 2008
Ann, I love this, the message and the flow of the verse. David
Influence presuposses `influential... the ghost of possibility...
I love the subtlety with which this subject is spoken of. Well done.
I like your poetry a lot, but this one is awesome. GBY, Brother Jonathan <
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This cascades, like a smooth winding brook divides at a riverfork...I Like the triplet stanzaec construction, as well as the rhyme-sound continuation, ....Excellent work, Ann. ~ FjcR ~